patience and forgiveness unlock doors
Light will shine through with the smallest invitation
Brave black crow, I hear your call in the distance
as your wings wrap around the wind currents.
If only you could teach me how to fly.
There is beauty to be found
on the edges of decay.
When I painted in art school, I got paint in my hair,
on my face and on my clothing. All these years later
placing my markers and brush on the counter,
I look down at my stained hands. Some things don’t
really change, and I take comfort in that.
Sometimes what blocks one’s vision
is the tendency to stand still.
This Moment inspired by Amanda Blake Soule at soulemama.com